

Sometimes I get sad thinking about what we, as a family are missing out on with the miscarriage. I especially think of my mister and how perfect the age gap would have been, and how close they were sure to be. Sometimes I cry...but then I look at my boy and I tell myself that he is all I ever need...that I have been overly blessed, to be his mom. Anytime I have a sad thought about this situation, I ALWAYS name a blessing right after...it is only fair. I have so much.

Poor boyfriend had to go in for surgery, so I have been very busy taking care of my 2 boys.

We found this old photo of our house...can you even believe it??? Seriously, it looks like the only house in Provo!

And a few more of my honey man...I love him so.
